Lifting you towards the attic door
My hands on your hips
We fell in a tangle of limbs
Ash fell from my eyes
Suddenly at the back of the house
Sprinklers in the sun
Naked against a yellow wall
Dust fell from my mouth
Bound by our ponytails braided into one
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man
Spread out across the Salton Sea
Seagull's blood and bone
Air was thick, we choked it down
Laughing cola smiles
When we came to the edge of it all
You were not around
South Dakota, midwest Queen
Straddled by the belt
Bound by our ponytails braided into one
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man
Rhinestones in a plastic bag
Kiss me on the crown
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man
Rhinestones in a plastic bag
Kiss me on the crown
You can be my baby now
And I will
be your
man
A heartbreaking album that shows tremendous courage and inspires listeners to tell those who are fucking with us to fuck off forever - - amazing sound worlds, direct and powerful songs Ben Seretan
supported by 5 fans who also own “Rhinestones in a Plastic Bag”
Absolutely beautiful! The flippant wistfulness of Neutral Milk Hotel meets the spare immediacy of Spoon . . . But it's its own thing. Just listen to it. Matt Leber